The Poetic Rabbit
What I’ve Never Forgotten:“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
On Any Given Day
Shapes of Writing
Tracking the Hare
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red wolf journal
A few days ago, my youngest wrote another poem. This one was for me. Since I’m a bit down on him (not doing schoolwork again), I thought I’d concentrate on the positive and share it with you. When the pressures of school are past, he’ll become a marvelous man.